The sole survivor of the village of Twinning Ville rode through the city gates on the villages only remaining horse early this morning. It was clear to all who could see that this man was in no fit state.

He described how the village was descended upon by an army of armoured skeletons surrounded by billowing dust, and the screams of the dying still in his ears. Those who heard the words from his own mouth found the retelling terrifying. Those who heard second hand... well, the story expanded.

He was taken in the grasp of a coughing fit shortly after his arrival, at the end of which he died, inducing fears of some terrifying plague approaching with the approaching army.

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It's not Hardcore... it's Willcore!Stats make me hardRoll the dice to see if I'm getting drunk!Will Power... lowering the tone

QUOTE("Brave Sir Robin")

thanks to will for being both the foundation and leader for all we do.